ROMAN // BARLOWE

La petite mort

Mortician & Pathologist

Head Apothecary for Apocrypha Auctions & Acquisitions

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//ABOUT

There's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly

←Name→ Roman Barlowe
←Age→ ???
←Species // Veena Viera / ??? Miqo'te
←Gender→ Agender ♂ [He/Him]
←Height→ 4'10"
←Hair→ Chestnut Brown
←Eyes→ Left: Amber + Right: Milk-white, Blind
←Build→ Curvy
←Profession→ Mortician ● Pathologist ● Alchemist ● ~~Necromancer~~

//Appearance

Long, combed back chestnut brown hair frames a delicately heart shaped face-- soft and rounded, in contrast to the sharpness of his eyes and strong nose. He's ghostly pale, and doll-like in the sense that he's both elegant and uncomfortably rigid. Standing stock-straight at a meager four fulms and ten ilms, his slitted eyes and short stature make his mixed descent readily apparent. His eyes-- the left a striking amber, the right a cloudy-white-- carry an unnatural shine to them, noted most frequently in the dark and the dim.Darkly painted lips are oft drawn into a line or small frown, his sleepy, lidded eyes seldom drifting from their languid, ever-disinterested expression. Runic scarification marks heavily freckled skin in patches, the most of which covers the expanse of his back; his arms and legs steadily darkening into hauntingly magic-blackened hands and feet, tipped in carefully manicured claws.Though uncomfortably stiff and deliberate in his mannerisms, he scarcely dresses modestly-- skin and curves often on display or heavily emphasized by well-tailored clothing in shades of black and wine-red, with jewelry-laden ears and fingers that clink softly with each motion. Despite this, he often sports close-fitting necklaces and high collars, as if unwilling to expose his throat.Though he carries himself with stilted allure and poise, there's a subtly uncomfortable and borderline menacing air to his person-- with unblinking and predatory stares, twitching fingers, and frequent nosebleeds.

//Demeanor

he a bitch

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Wading through the spirits like a flood on the floor

Alexois de Jervaint

[[ The gentleness that comes,
not from the absence of violence, but despite
the abundance of it. ]]

capital

Gabriella Vuivaire

[[ None of it is real, darling. I say it to you. Maybe we will wake up
singing. Maybe we will wake up to the silence
Of shoes at the foot of the bed not going anywhere. ]]

waifu

Camille Everardi

[[ You raised your hand to your face as if
to hide it, the pink fingers gone gold as the light
streamed straight to the bone,
as if you were the small room closed in glass ]]

Curious, confusing and inspiring. Her questioning nature has most certainly rubbed off on him, and he respects and appreciates her for her worldliness, understanding and shared interests, despite their disparity in age difference and demeanor.

Enkhjargal Dalamiq

[[ Kill your Gods, devour your oppressors. ]]

Stoic. Storied. Dangerous. Enkhjargal is a man that harbors much of Roman's respect and admiration. Filling the role of both teacher and pupil interchangably, Enkhjargal mentored him loosely in voidal summoning, and in turn, Roman had taught him to fence.

Hadrian Lux Ludens

[[ How much can you change
and get away with it, before you turn into someone
else, before it’s some kind of murder? ]]

Intense, opinionated, and downright bizarre. Roman appreciates his strangeness, honesty, and fighting prowess, and many of their views and interests overlap. His odd nature easily opened Roman up further to the idea of friendship, despite their mutual insanity, and his presence often takes the sour edge off of the Viera's usual disposition.